Churches and steeples and beautiful people. The first time I was exposed to the Renaissance it was like a diamond bullet had gone through my heart. The fusion of divinity and nudity and beauty was everything my soul had hungered for, and there it was, laid bare before me on the ceilings and walls of the churches and cathedrals of the Italian Renaissance.
My house is the house of prayer but you have made it a den of thieves (Luke 19)
